There is always one thing
About being happy all the time,
Either you really are
Or you fake it so wise.
I meet people,
Greet them when they tweet,
Treat them nice
But try to be less reactive.
I look into their eyes,
Can identify expressions, actual or phony
And I usher both of it
With my controlled smiley.
I wonder when they would catch me and debrief
Will ask why do I act so numb?
The answer would make them puzzled
Coz I always try to observe.
People come and go from my life,
Leave so many questions.
I never, ever express to them
That I know the reason.
All those changing faces around,
I can’t handle it in proportion.
So, instead of showing myself alone,
I live in moments, cheer it and deprive emotion!